Every day, before noon, Fenna would traverse the atrium of Prand Cathedral, walking the path between flower beds to the sanctuary, a journey of one hundred and three steps, and then twenty-seven more from the entrance to the statue of the goddess—since becoming the city's Judge, these steps had become a part of her life.
She knew everything in this cathedral, familiar with every tile on the floor from the atrium to the sanctuary as well as she knew her own hands.
In many past days and nights, she had never imagined that this short path could feel so... arduous and long.
The doors of the sanctuary opened, the overly bright sunlight cast behind, and after adjusting to the slightly dim interior, Fenna saw two figures standing before the statue of the goddess in the center of the room.